Outside, Lysandra climbed into a waiting car, her phone buzzing with another update from Claire: “Stock still tanking.
You ready to pull the plug?” The press conference came two days later.
Gavin stood at the podium, sweat beading on his forehead, his smile stretched thin.
“We’ve addressed the incident,” he said, his voice booming with false confidence. “Orion Air is stronger than ever.”
The reporters weren’t buying it. They fired questions, sharp and relentless. “Who was the woman? Why was she removed?
Is this how you treat all your passengers?” Gavin’s answers were vague, rehearsed.
Then Lysandra stood up, her presence quiet but undeniable. The room went still.
She stepped to the podium, her movement slow, deliberate. “Veil Holdings will not be acquiring Orion Air,” she said.
Her voice was steady, no trace of anger. She nodded to Claire, who tapped a tablet.
The screen behind her lit up with security footage: clear, unmistakable. Tanya tearing the ticket, Elliot barking orders.
